Quiet afternoon
on the edge of the bed
a postcard from Ireland
suspended between words
caught between pages
my hand resting on the spine of Synchronicity
those words caught me by surprise
my eyelids close softly
picturing
listening
my lips move silently
my fingers flip open to the page again
"a million miles from here and she'll still be in your heart"
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and now i am crying.
thank you for believing that our friendship will only grow stronger. i want to put the effort in to make sure that it does.
you are very important to me.
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